Monday, October 27, 2008

A Fourth Of July Feast

Funny time to be thinking of Independence Day, but I was just watching an old tape that was kicking around my room and, among other things, it had part of a National Geographic program about food.

Hot dogs, to be exact. Fifty million of them, enough to go along both coastlines of the U.S., all gone on the Fourth. If things keep up, we’ll need a longer coastline or, perhaps, use Hawaii.

In a person’s lifetime (not mine; I stay away from those who-knows ingredients things), we go through 5,442 dogs and about as many rolls. That surprises me, the equal number of rolls, as you often see people having hotdogs and beans on a plate – unless they use the rolls for something else.

Anyway, between hotdogs and sausages, we willingly part with six billion bucks. The figures aren’t in yet for mustard, ketchup and relish.

When the first McDonald’s opened in Bridgeport (around 1958), I think dogs were 15 cents and burgers were 25 cents. Being cheap even then, I went for the obvious. Hey, two burgers or three dogs with a nickel left over.

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Writer and broadcaster for more decades than I'd care to admit (hint: We were still using 78rpm records).
I love cruising yearly on Holland America Line ships. It doesn't matter where; as long as it's HAL.